Herbalists' Cache caribou crash

this is exactly what he had expected, a surprise attack; she would take the element of surprise, to try and catch the man offguard. and it had partially worked, only because he'd underestimated how fast she would be. a huntress, her build was lithe and packed with compact musculature.

she hits him hard. blackfell writhes, twisting halfway, snapping with his own teeth to her neck to sling her from him. but she is gone and away before he can, much to his chagrin, a booming bout of laughter deep in the man's barrel chest. she taunts, and he snaps his teeth in her direction, red eyes glittering with knowing amusement.

do not run. he says, and is upon her with a great leap. his body thundering over the hardened snow, crunching audibly, and slams shoulders against her. to try and send her sprawling backwards, against the ground if he is lucky, teeth coming to graze just short of the fur that protects her throat. a tease, a taunt. to say:

i could.

coming to shadow and tower over her as muscles bunch to pounce again, raising teeth like a silver sword, meant to come down on her. rearing like a great stag—dramatic flourish and perhaps purposely leaving him open for attack in the abdomen, should she come for him. he wished to tangle in the snow.